Vila's eyes widened slightly. "Tell me, Wanderer, how do you find comfort in your faith during tough times? How do you stay strong when the world gets so dark?"

Wanderer looked the empty pond near gazebo. the duck is gone?, then he look at Vila “It’s true sometimes... no, not sometimes, but most of the time,

I feel overwhelmed. I do what I must to do. I have a clear goal, which often seems good in my view, but the fate God gives me does not align with what I want to do.

I often question Him. I know He is merciful. I know He is powerful. I know He is the wisest among all. I just always keep in mind that I’m too dumb to be patient enough to see His true goal for me.”

Vila placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Remember, Wanderer, that questioning and wrestling with faith is a natural part of growth. It only strengthens your connection to God and enhances your understanding of the divine.”

Wanderer looked at her curiously. “So, are you... created from a lab, Vila?”

Vila leaned closer. "Let's just say my story is complicated. Some say science, some say divine intervention. The truth may be a bit of both.”

Wanderer raised an eyebrow. “Do there many people like you? With an unnatural lifespan?”

Vila eyes gazing into the distance. “My creators spared no expense in my creation, ensuring that my existence remains a closely guarded secret.” She turned to face him, “I've heard whispers in the shadows of the desert, rumors of others who have transcended the boundaries of normal human existence. But it's hard to separate fact from fiction in this chaotic world we live in.”

Wanderer smirked, “Yes, and who knows? Perhaps you’re fake too. Perhaps you have many sisters and daughters. Hehe. And if you indeed live a long time, how do you keep sane? Many people, especially in power, become degraded.”

“As for your concern about my sanity, it's a valid one. I've seen the corrupting influence of power firsthand. But rest assured, I have my own ways to maintain my balance and sanity. I rely on my principles, the values I hold dear, to guide me.” Vila said.

Wanderer humming. “Hmmm, now I see.”

Vila smiled, “"It's not easy. But how do you stay sane... Wanderer, how have you managed to retain your perspective and sanity amid the trials you've faced?”

Wanderer leaned back while sit on bench on gazebo, “I’m... not normal. I’m crazy. Do you think I’m a normal dude?”

Vila chuckled softly while sit beside him “Well, to be completely honest, I wouldn't exactly classify you as normal. You're a complex individual, full of surprises and unexpected twists.” She leaned back a bit, a playful smile on her lips. “But I wouldn't go so far as to call you crazy. Your experiences, beliefs, and even your unique sense of humor all make up the intriguing man you are today.”

“Good... do I’m the best man you’ve seen in your entire existence?” Wanderer asked

Vila laughed softly, “Wanderer, you've got a confident streak, that's for sure! “ She met his gaze, a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, you want to know if you're the best man I've come across? Well, you certainly leave a lasting impression, Wanderer.”

“Good... I know I’m good. Perhaps I’m just at a crazy level that creates the illusion that I’m sort of good,” he replied,

Vila chuckled softly and put a hand on his shoulder “Embrace your uniqueness, and use it as a strength to bring joy and kindness into the world.”

“Joy and kindness... but I only give people bullets to the head,” Wanderer said,

Vila's expression softened,. “Wanderer. Even small acts of kindness can bring a flicker of hope in this desolate world.”

Wanderer pondered her words for a moment. “So... do you think if I spare one man, it makes my thousand killings redeemable?”

“Wanderer, redemption is a complex concept, and it's not for me to judge. However, I will say this: redemption is a journey, not an instant action. It requires genuine remorse, self-reflection, and the commitment to change. redemption is not about balancing numbers. It's about making amends and choosing a different path moving forward. It takes more than one act to redeem a life.”

Wanderer chuckled lightly. “Hehe... good.” He then stood up, “So, is that what they call therapy?”

Vila chuckled softly, standing up as well. “Who knows, maybe I'm onto something here. Perhaps I should open a therapy practice with a side of Wasteland wisdom! 'Psychology with a Side of Chaos' has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”

“Yes, but I guess most people are too dumb to understand what the word psychology means.”

Vila laughed heartily. “Wanderer, you're absolutely right!, Perhaps we can simplify it. How about 'Mental Health Advice with a Dash of Madness?' Or maybe 'Emotional Guidance with a Hint of Insanity?' I'm sure people would be lining up for that kind of therapy in the Wasteland!”

Wanderer shook his head, “No... I prefer a simple name. A place to talk about the inner heart.”

Vila nodded, “Wanderer, I understand. Simplicity is key sometimes. How about we name it 'The Heart's Haven'? It conveys a place of support, safety, and a chance to connect with one's inner self. What do you think?”

“Yeah, sure...” he replied,

Vila smiled warmly. “Perhaps, Wanderer, one day this Haven can become a reality, a sanctuary of understanding and introspection in this wild world.”

Wanderer paused, his brow furrowing as he recalled Vila's last sermon. “But... before I leave, I still remember your last sermon. Perhaps I know your audience mostly consists of outcasts and those who are pessimistic about God’s forgiveness. You try to elevate them, but don’t you think that allowing people to steal because God is merciful is kind of... very harmful to say?”

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Vila raised an eyebrow, appreciating Wanderer's thoughtful question. “Wanderer, Yes, you're right; my audience often consists of those who feel ostracized and struggle to believe in God's forgiveness. But I don't advocate for leniency with thievery just because God is merciful. What I focus on is understanding the root causes of these actions and working towards a more compassionate and understanding community.” She paused, reflecting for a moment before continuing. “It's a delicate balance, Wanderer.”

Wanderer smirked,. “Nom nom... yeah sure... remember, I’m watching you.”

Vila chuckled softly, “I'll keep your words in mind, and I'll continue striving to guide my audience towards a more positive path, without compromising the principles of our beliefs.”

later. after they depart. wanderer then sped up to the swat base on west for final preparation of invasion.

“Bird born in a cage thinks flying is an illness,” Wanderer muttered to himself as he approached the SWAT new base. The sun beat down mercilessly on the desert, casting long shadows across the sandy terrain. A line of slaves toiled tirelessly on a new building project, their bodies bent under the weight of labor. while being accompanied with robot drones, carried materials. They glanced at Wanderer with a mix of pity and resignation,

Some of the slaves believed they were the lucky ones, convinced that their masters took care of them, fed them, and saved them from the dangers lurking in the wasteland. while wanderer and soldier might live free. but desert see them as cannon fodder.

Aresia, the new leader of SWAT, was busy with her own projects. She had implemented major regulations within her forces, including those affecting Wanderer. This led him to the SWAT base to deal with the endless paperwork that accompanied her new orders.

After completing the tedious tasks, Wanderer finally met Aresia at the Phoenix base.

its was a place ex US embassy. in older days, the embassy is used as fortress and military base. and now Aresia repropose the place into new base.

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She stood observing the construction of a giant eagle statue rising majestically amid the desert sands.

“Well... what are you doing now? What is this? A monument? Or a silent challenge to nearby factions?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Aresia looked up from the building project, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Ah, Wanderer. Always observant, aren’t you? This, my friend, is a little taste of what’s to come.” She gestured toward the towering golden eagle, “As for the purpose of this building, it’s a symbol. A symbol of our strength, resilience, and growth. And perhaps, a silent challenge to our neighbors. We’ll leave that for them to interpret.”

Wanderer rolled his eyes, a small frown forming on his lips. “You know... even your father wasn’t that narcissistic.”

Aresia shrugged, “My father,, I have no interest in following in his footsteps. We live in a different world now, This is my domain now, and I will rule it as I see fit. If displaying my ambition and drive makes me narcissistic, then I'll wear that label with pride.”

Wanderer raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “So, more liberal... more narcissistic. What next? You allow women in the army? Hah.”

Aresia smirked.“Oh, Wanderer, your jokes are as amusing as ever. It's true, I've changed the way things are run here. I've allowed women in the army, as you so delicately put it. Why not? They're just as capable as men.” She leaned against the rail, arms crossed.

Wanderer let out a dramatic groan. “NYOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!”

Aresia rolled her eyes, exasperated by Wanderer's reaction. “Oh please, Wanderer, contain your excitement. I've seen more enthusiasm from a sloth on a Monday morning.”

“You fool... they need to maintain the breeding. I mean family. SWAT is in low population already,” he countered,

Aresia raised an eyebrow, “Maintain breeding? What do you think this is, the Stone Age? Women aren't just mindless birthing machines, Wanderer.”

Wanderer sighed heavily. “Well yes... but how do we fix the manpower issues? This tradition appears for a reason, you know. And that is survival, not some sort of... vibe.”

Aresia huffed indignantly, growing irritated. “Survival? Is that all you think about? There are more factors to consider when it comes to manpower. Talent, skills, intelligence. We can't just rely on a 'breeding' tradition that only values women for their reproductive potential.“

“Ummm... just tell me the one strategic long-term benefit of letting your women, who could potentially be mothers, fight and possibly be killed in battle,” Wanderer pressed.

Aresia sighed heavily, “Alright, I see what you're getting at. Fine. Let's say a strategic long-term aspect of allowing women to fight on the frontlines, and potentially be killed in battle, is the potential for a more adaptive and inclusive fighting force. “ She crossed her arms, “And let's not pretend that men aren't just as likely to die in battle as women. War is the great equalizer, after all.”

Wanderer humming, “Hmmm... yes, sure.”

Aresia rolled her eyes once again, “I knew you would be difficult. But sometimes, progress requires taking risks, Wanderer. Perhaps you should learn a thing or two about change and adaptability.”

“I’m not some sort of misogynist. I’m just pointing out the reality of the world we’re living in today, princess. Some of my soldiers are women too, but that is under... special circumstances, not mandatory,” he replied,

Aresia let out a sharp, cynical laugh. “Oh, so now you're not a misogynist. What a surprise. You're just 'pointing out reality.' Right. Well, let me tell you something about reality, Wanderer. We're living in a wasteland, not some fairytale world. We have to adjust to the conditions we're given, not cling to outdated traditions because they make us comfortable.”

Heavy sigh again " Alright... tell me how many men have criticized you so far?” Wanderer asked, shifting the topic.

Aresia tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “If you're asking how many men have criticized me since I took command, well, let's just say it's a fairly long list.” She counted on her fingers as she listed the names. “There's the former commander. Several officers, a few senior soldiers, and even some of the newer recruits. But hey, I guess that's the price of taking charge, right?”

“Then... which one encouraged your progressive decisions?”

Aresia smiled slightly, . “Well, to be honest, there have been a few who have actually supported my more progressive decisions. The Young Commander for one, surprisingly enough. And there have been quite a few soldiers, both male and female, who have expressed their agreement with my approach. They see the potential in embracing change rather than resisting it.”

“REALLY? That boy... well, he’s just twelve years old. He only knows about killing people, not something complex like the long-term socio-dynamics of an entire faction,” Wanderer scoffed.

Aresia scoffed,. “hah, Wanderer, you really think the Young Commander only knows about killing people? You underestimate him. He may be young, but he's much more perceptive and clever than you give him credit for. He understands the situation we're in, and he appreciates the necessity of change.”

. “Hmmh... I see.”

“Are you finally seeing the light, Wanderer? Perhaps you should give the Young Commander a chance. He may surprise you.”

“No... I just see that I found a similarity between you and your father. You both are kind of stubborn,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Aresia huffed, . “Stubborn? Me? I prefer the term 'determined.' And I don't appreciate being compared to my father. I am my own person, with my own vision and approach.”

“Yeah,” Wanderer said, crossing his arms.

Aresia crossed her arms as well, “But I suppose you're the expert on stubbornness, Wanderer. You've had centuries to perfect it, after all.”

Wanderer chuckled. “Hehe... thanks.”

Aresia smirked, “Consider it a compliment. Though I doubt you need any more ego stroking.”

“But I like it... mhm,” Wanderer said, leaning on the rails while observing the blue tall building beside the golden eagle. its was still in progress. “So... what is that? A world trade center?”

Aresia shook her head,. “World Trade Center? Hardly. It's a new headquarters for our forces. An inner sanctum. We're building it to accommodate our growing numbers and ensure better coordination between different departments.”

Wanderer nodded, “Yes, but tell me, girl... is a peaceful multipolar world possible without war?”

Aresia pondered the question for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. “Well, if we're being brutally honest, the idea of a perfect, peaceful world without any conflict seems like a pipe dream, doesn't it? I mean, look around us. The wasteland isn't exactly a beacon of peace and harmony.”

Wanderer leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, how about tomorrow? Do you see the light?”

Aresia pursed her lips,. “Tomorrow? Well, considering our track record, I'd say the chances of a peaceful world tomorrow are about as likely as me being crowned Miss Wasteland.”

Wanderer chuckled softly. “Hmhm... you’re starting to show your cards here, dear.”

Aresia quirked an eyebrow,. “Showing my card? And what do you mean by that? Are you implying I have some kind of secret agenda?”

“Kind of. I mean, your father was a healthy, chubby guy, and suddenly he dies. Just on the same day, you almost make SWAT declare war with the Caliphate right after taking charge,” Wanderer replied nonchalantly

Aresia stiffened, her eyes narrowing at his accusation. “Hold on. You're implying that I had something to do with my father's sudden death? That's a bold claim, even for you, Wanderer.”

Wanderer humming, “Hmhm. What’s your view about the creepy assistant?”

Aresia considered the assistant for a moment, her expression unreadable. “The creepy assistant, eh? I suppose he's a bit odd, yes. But he serves his purpose, and he's shown loyalty to me. And that's all I require in an assistant.”

Wanderer wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. “I see.”

Aresia rolled her eyes, realizing his insinuation. “Oh, don’t start. I know what you’re thinking. And you’re way off base. Our relationship is strictly professional.”

“Hehe. Yes, sure... never mind. I will be leaving you,” Wanderer said, turning to go.

Aresia waved a dismissive hand. “Fine, go ahead. I have work to do anyway. Though, don’t be surprised if you see some unexpected changes happening around here, Wanderer.”

“Goodbye... my peace upon you,” Wanderer replied,

Aresia raised an eyebrow at his farewell. “Yeah, yeah. Keep your peace and your skepticism. Until next time, Wanderer.”